The Mitt Romney candidacy has had at least one positive effect on my life and my 7-month old Siberian husky’s life…she will not be tied to the roof of my truck. I have never, never owned a dog and now I have inherited the dog that I begged my 22-year old daughter to not purchase. I will not go into the details other than to say I am now the guardian of a beautiful, brilliant, devil.
She has been bred as a house dog and I am working tirelessly to let her stay in and to not have the dog smells invade my home. So I have purchased carpet powder, air freshener beads and run my air purifier 24/7. I am also vacuuming relentlessly.
She is the perfect dog when we are sitting here together but the moment…and I mean the very moment…I take my eyes off of her she is on the prowl. She even figured out how to escape the cage that I use to keep her safe. My favorite shoes no longer have teeth marks in the heels; my first piece of marital furniture—a wicker dresser--no longer has knobs; and my wooden giraffe from Kenya are legless.
I get up at 5: 30 to take her out, come home at lunch for a short romp, and take her out when I come in for the evening. I took her to the dog park and had 25 heart episodes watching her interact with the other dogs—God forbid she get a scratch.
Truth be told, I’m tickled pink. I haven’t had this much unwarranted adoration from another being in years—my child adores me as well but I really deserve that. Her eyes light up when she sees me and that’s worth every change I am making in my settled life.
So, all of these years later, I have a new baby. Thanks Mitt for giving me something light to write about without talking politics.
Any dog-raising advice will be welcome.